Night With Friends
By: James Dubeau
Jack by the door
Jameson needing more
White sand washes
Across the floor
There are no fears
As the cheers
Ring across
Flowing beers
Tunes wave through
Cats meow and mew
All enjoy
A nice tasty brew
The night shall be good
Alls right in the hood
We will enjoy ourselves
As you would
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Lagrangian Waltz - Episode 9
Lagrangian Waltz - Episode 9
By: James Dubeau
Start the adventure here
Previous episode here
Next episode here
“You seem to make friends everywhere you go,” the armed and armored individual spoke as Sin, Tahnel, and Zachariah disembarked the smoldering Boldie. “First the Imperials on Calenist and now the Consul on Naurchand. The whole galaxy is after your hide and I’m inclined to give you to them.”
“I’m sorry, but we haven’t had the pleasure.” Sin glided forward with an outstretched hand. A smile reached from ear to ear. Sirens from approaching emergency vehicles echoed off the open topped landing bay’s walls.
The stranger took a step back and stiffened. “You can stay right there. Those firefighters will be here shortly so I’ll be brief. My name is Hener Hawau and Mr. Thent does not send me on social visits. I have been asked to escort you both back to Calenist. There seems to be a matter of eight thousand that needs to be settled. A matter that will be settled upon arrival, one way or another.”
Tahnel glared at the back of Sin’s head. “Mr. Thent must be an impatient man to send a bounty hunter so soon. We had only just left Calenist.”
Hener raised an eyebrow. “You have not told him of the several debts running with Mr. Thent? Skipping system is not the best way to pay off the lingering debt. Fortunately this matter is only over a mere eight thousand, otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Sin shook his head. “That debt has been paid three fold. Thent can wait a bit longer for his money. My loyalty has earned me a respite from interest payments.”
The bounty hunter’s voice boomed through the bay. “No. Payments must be made when due instead of gambled away. There is no reprieve for scum like you.”
“Tell you what. The governor of this two bit world owes us big for rescuing his son. Once we get paid we’ll meet you and Mr. Thent back on Calenist with the money and a large finder’s fee for yourself.”
After thinking for a moment the bounty hunter shook his head and demanded, “That is not how this is going to work. I’ll be taking your ship and the kid back to the Consul. I’m sure they would pay nicely to have him returned. Don’t think for a moment that this means that you are off the hook with Mr. Thent either. You will be paying the rest of your debt off in full, I will see to that.”
Sin’s head hung low. “There is no choice in the matter is there?” One hand was on Zachariah’s shoulder, the other hovered over his holstered pistol.
Shaking his head, Hener circled around the landing bay towards the ship. “Don’t even think about it. Keep that rod penned up and you’ll live to see the stars again. Back away from the ship and leave to boy to me.”
Tahnel waved his hand as the two smugglers stepped away from the Boldie. “You do not need the boy. The ship is all the compensation you need. We will meet you on Calenist with Mr. Thent’s payment.” Sin glared at his comrade in arms.
Tapping the side of his head, Hener smiled. “Your tricks don’t work on me. Now step back before I blast ya.
Several scenarios ran through Sin’s head. Scenarios where he went down blasting, scenarios where he grabbed the boy and protected him, even scenarios where he ran for an exit. Each scenario ended in the same mental position. Hener’s eyes were alive and burning, itching to use the rifle in his hands. It would be a gamble for the smuggler to go against the bounty hunter’s wishes. A gamble with the odds stacked firmly in the houses’ favor. Everything about Hener screamed killer and Sin was confident that any action against the bounty hunter would end in death.
Cautiously Sin and Tahnel stepped backwards, leaving Zachariah on the ship’s ramp. Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes. Tahnel closed his eyes. Zachariah’s tears subsided before they erupted. The boy looked Tahnel in the eyes and nodded as the bounty hunter ushered him into the ship. Slamming shut behind them, the airlock door separated the smugglers from the boy and bounty hunter.
Landing bay doors groaned as they slid open. Two fire trucks poured into the bay. Fire retardant foam sprayed from roof mounted cannons, coating the Boldie in suds. Ignoring any safety protocols the ship’s engines roared to life. Foam splashed against the concrete floor as the freighter lifted off the ground. Dumbfounded emergency crews looked on with the two smugglers as the freighter launched through the open landing bay roof into the air.
“What did you say to the boy?” Sin questioned as he watched his ship fly away.
“Only that we would find him and bring him home.” As Tahnel spoke the sound of the Boldie’s engines fluttered then ceased. Sickening sounds of metal twisting and breaking followed. “And that he should press the large red button on the copilot console.”
“They really should find a better location for that emergency fuel pump shutoff. One misstep could cause quite a catastrophe.” Sin dashed from the landing bay, chasing the dreadful cacophony. Tahnel chased after his comrade. The trucks struggled to turn in the confined space, but the drivers knew that carnage awaited them outside.
Pistol in hand, Sin followed the trail of thick black smoke that rose just out of view. As he rounded the building the trail a sight no ship captain should ever witness reached his eyes. The Boldie was lodged in the side of a neighboring landing bay, protruding at an unnatural angle from a tear in the side of the building. Shattered pieces of metal and glass rained down, crashing against the courtyard. Flames ran along the spine of the bruised, beaten, and battered ship.
Hener climbed through the destroyed cockpit windscreen, dangling two stories above the ground. Sin opened fire on the writhing bounty hunter. The shots went wide and Hener returned fire. Shot after shot rang out from his rifle, peppering the ground around Sin.
“Get out of my ship,” Sin barked as he dove for cover. “My business with Thent will be settled, but not with my ship as collateral.”
Tahnel rushed forward, leaping into the air. His massive body landed upon the Boldie’s hull two stories in the air. The additional weight seemed to have no effect on the precariously balancing freighter. Hener opened fire on the charging green being as he wriggled free of the ship. Thanel leapt and dodged the blasts as they raked across the freighter’s roof.
Hener reached through the open cockpit and pulled Zachariah Beltran from the ship. With the boy in his arms, the bounty hunter leapt into the air. The rocket pack upon his back roared to life, lifting the two to the horizon.
Metal creaked and groaned as the Boldie remembered what effect gravity has upon an unmoving starship. The freighter came crashing down, billowing clouds of dust and debris enveloped the courtyard.
By: James Dubeau
Start the adventure here
Previous episode here
Next episode here
“You seem to make friends everywhere you go,” the armed and armored individual spoke as Sin, Tahnel, and Zachariah disembarked the smoldering Boldie. “First the Imperials on Calenist and now the Consul on Naurchand. The whole galaxy is after your hide and I’m inclined to give you to them.”
“I’m sorry, but we haven’t had the pleasure.” Sin glided forward with an outstretched hand. A smile reached from ear to ear. Sirens from approaching emergency vehicles echoed off the open topped landing bay’s walls.
The stranger took a step back and stiffened. “You can stay right there. Those firefighters will be here shortly so I’ll be brief. My name is Hener Hawau and Mr. Thent does not send me on social visits. I have been asked to escort you both back to Calenist. There seems to be a matter of eight thousand that needs to be settled. A matter that will be settled upon arrival, one way or another.”
Tahnel glared at the back of Sin’s head. “Mr. Thent must be an impatient man to send a bounty hunter so soon. We had only just left Calenist.”
Hener raised an eyebrow. “You have not told him of the several debts running with Mr. Thent? Skipping system is not the best way to pay off the lingering debt. Fortunately this matter is only over a mere eight thousand, otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Sin shook his head. “That debt has been paid three fold. Thent can wait a bit longer for his money. My loyalty has earned me a respite from interest payments.”
The bounty hunter’s voice boomed through the bay. “No. Payments must be made when due instead of gambled away. There is no reprieve for scum like you.”
“Tell you what. The governor of this two bit world owes us big for rescuing his son. Once we get paid we’ll meet you and Mr. Thent back on Calenist with the money and a large finder’s fee for yourself.”
After thinking for a moment the bounty hunter shook his head and demanded, “That is not how this is going to work. I’ll be taking your ship and the kid back to the Consul. I’m sure they would pay nicely to have him returned. Don’t think for a moment that this means that you are off the hook with Mr. Thent either. You will be paying the rest of your debt off in full, I will see to that.”
Sin’s head hung low. “There is no choice in the matter is there?” One hand was on Zachariah’s shoulder, the other hovered over his holstered pistol.
Shaking his head, Hener circled around the landing bay towards the ship. “Don’t even think about it. Keep that rod penned up and you’ll live to see the stars again. Back away from the ship and leave to boy to me.”
Tahnel waved his hand as the two smugglers stepped away from the Boldie. “You do not need the boy. The ship is all the compensation you need. We will meet you on Calenist with Mr. Thent’s payment.” Sin glared at his comrade in arms.
Tapping the side of his head, Hener smiled. “Your tricks don’t work on me. Now step back before I blast ya.
Several scenarios ran through Sin’s head. Scenarios where he went down blasting, scenarios where he grabbed the boy and protected him, even scenarios where he ran for an exit. Each scenario ended in the same mental position. Hener’s eyes were alive and burning, itching to use the rifle in his hands. It would be a gamble for the smuggler to go against the bounty hunter’s wishes. A gamble with the odds stacked firmly in the houses’ favor. Everything about Hener screamed killer and Sin was confident that any action against the bounty hunter would end in death.
Cautiously Sin and Tahnel stepped backwards, leaving Zachariah on the ship’s ramp. Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes. Tahnel closed his eyes. Zachariah’s tears subsided before they erupted. The boy looked Tahnel in the eyes and nodded as the bounty hunter ushered him into the ship. Slamming shut behind them, the airlock door separated the smugglers from the boy and bounty hunter.
Landing bay doors groaned as they slid open. Two fire trucks poured into the bay. Fire retardant foam sprayed from roof mounted cannons, coating the Boldie in suds. Ignoring any safety protocols the ship’s engines roared to life. Foam splashed against the concrete floor as the freighter lifted off the ground. Dumbfounded emergency crews looked on with the two smugglers as the freighter launched through the open landing bay roof into the air.
“What did you say to the boy?” Sin questioned as he watched his ship fly away.
“Only that we would find him and bring him home.” As Tahnel spoke the sound of the Boldie’s engines fluttered then ceased. Sickening sounds of metal twisting and breaking followed. “And that he should press the large red button on the copilot console.”
“They really should find a better location for that emergency fuel pump shutoff. One misstep could cause quite a catastrophe.” Sin dashed from the landing bay, chasing the dreadful cacophony. Tahnel chased after his comrade. The trucks struggled to turn in the confined space, but the drivers knew that carnage awaited them outside.
Pistol in hand, Sin followed the trail of thick black smoke that rose just out of view. As he rounded the building the trail a sight no ship captain should ever witness reached his eyes. The Boldie was lodged in the side of a neighboring landing bay, protruding at an unnatural angle from a tear in the side of the building. Shattered pieces of metal and glass rained down, crashing against the courtyard. Flames ran along the spine of the bruised, beaten, and battered ship.
Hener climbed through the destroyed cockpit windscreen, dangling two stories above the ground. Sin opened fire on the writhing bounty hunter. The shots went wide and Hener returned fire. Shot after shot rang out from his rifle, peppering the ground around Sin.
“Get out of my ship,” Sin barked as he dove for cover. “My business with Thent will be settled, but not with my ship as collateral.”
Tahnel rushed forward, leaping into the air. His massive body landed upon the Boldie’s hull two stories in the air. The additional weight seemed to have no effect on the precariously balancing freighter. Hener opened fire on the charging green being as he wriggled free of the ship. Thanel leapt and dodged the blasts as they raked across the freighter’s roof.
Hener reached through the open cockpit and pulled Zachariah Beltran from the ship. With the boy in his arms, the bounty hunter leapt into the air. The rocket pack upon his back roared to life, lifting the two to the horizon.
Metal creaked and groaned as the Boldie remembered what effect gravity has upon an unmoving starship. The freighter came crashing down, billowing clouds of dust and debris enveloped the courtyard.
Monday, February 22, 2010
The End
The End
By: James Dubeau
Heavy weight
In my hand
Cold steel
Against my flesh
My finger traces
Protruding metal
Feeling the curves
The grace
Few last wisps
Curl round my head
Putting a haze
On dim light
Filtering through
Closed blinds
Empty bottle
Stands alone
Upon my desk
The last man standing
In a long line of
Dedicated
Loyal
Soldiers
Cool metal
Presses against
My temple
In a flash
All is
Dark
By: James Dubeau
Heavy weight
In my hand
Cold steel
Against my flesh
My finger traces
Protruding metal
Feeling the curves
The grace
Few last wisps
Curl round my head
Putting a haze
On dim light
Filtering through
Closed blinds
Empty bottle
Stands alone
Upon my desk
The last man standing
In a long line of
Dedicated
Loyal
Soldiers
Cool metal
Presses against
My temple
In a flash
All is
Dark
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Candle Burns
The Candle Burns
By: James Dubeau
Days grow longer
Nights grow shorter
The candle burns
On both ends
Soon the wax
Will burn away
Leaving
Only darkness
By: James Dubeau
Days grow longer
Nights grow shorter
The candle burns
On both ends
Soon the wax
Will burn away
Leaving
Only darkness
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Lagrangian Waltz - Episode 8
Lagrangian Waltz - Episode 8
By: James Dubeau
Start the adventure here
Previous episode here
Next episode here
“We’re going down,” Sin cursed, struggling to maintain control of the plummeting starship. Flashing warning lights illuminated the smoke filled cockpit. Explosions rocked the Boldie as Consul weapons found their mark on the fleeing freighter. The battle lit up Naurchand four’s sky. A trail of dark smoke trailed the freighter as it fell through the planet’s atmosphere.
“Surrender yourself and we will cease fire,” a stern Consul voice demanded over the Boldie’s communications speakers.
“Stuff it,” Sin took one hand off the steering controls long enough to punch off the communications unit. The ship hiccupped and shook from the lack of control.
“Large fireball meteor that explodes,” Tahnel muttered as he strapped himself into the copilot seat. “Got the boy buckled down in back. What’s our status?”
The slender pilot grunted through clenched teeth, “Same as usual.”
“That bad?” Tahnel frowned. The large green being grabbed the communications device and flipped to the universal emergency channel. “May day, may day. Come in Naurchand four. This is the Boldie.”
“State your emergency Boldie,” a bubbly female voice crackled over the communication system speakers.
“We are under attack by a Consul ship and have sustained massive damage. We request assistance and a safe harbor.” Tahnel braced himself as the ship rocked from a direct hit.
“I’m sorry but Naurchand can not interfere with a Consul matter. We advise that you contact the Consul and negotiate a cease fire.” Tahnel pictured a cheery smile, ponytails, and popping bubblegum bubbles as the voice chirped across the speakers.
Tahnel punched the cockpit dash, shouting into the communication microphone. “Either grant us a safe harbor or we will pancake across the landscape with Zachariah Beltron. Governor Beltron will not appreciate finding out that you caused the death of his son.”
“One moment,” the voice bubbled over. The communications line went dead.
“We don’t have a moment,” Tahnel shouted at the dead air.
“Do you not have faith in my abilities?” The control joystick fought against Sin. His muscles strained, keeping the shuddering ship nimble through the Consul barrage.
Tahnel inhaled deeply, held it, and then exhaled. “Sometimes destinies need a little push to come up with the proper conclusion.”
“This bucket of bolts won’t hold together much longer. With our current rate of decent we may not make it to the starport.” Boldie entered a large roll, hovering upside down for a few moments as Consul blasts streaked past the cockpit windscreen.
“Please proceed to landing pad seven,” the cheery female voice rang over the cockpit speakers. “Governor Beltran has granted the Boldie and crew safe harbor.”
Calm had returned to Tahnel’s voice. “Thank you. Please have emergency crews ready. We are coming in hot and heavy.”
“On behalf of Governor Beltran and Naurchand, I welcome you to our planet. Emergency crews have been notified. Good luck on your approach.” Four fighters screamed up from the planets surface, streaking past the falling freighter. Their weapons were ablaze.
“Attention Consul ship. The Boldie and her crew have been granted a safe harbor by Naurchand four. Cease fire or you will be in violation of Korvalus Convention regulations.” The pair of smugglers smiled, listening in on the general communication channel for a moment before switching the system off.
Weapons fire ceased raking across the plummeting Boldie. The smugglers did not know if this was because Master Kumil had listened to the cease fire or if it was because they were occupied by the Naurchand fighters. They did not know and they did not care. The only thought that was on their mind was whether or not they would land in one piece.
The ground grew large as the smoking hulk of a ship hurtled towards it. Not having to dodge weapons fire bought Sin and the Boldie a reprieve. The ship coughed, sputtered, and shook as atmospheric stresses ravaged the damaged vehicle. Warning lights flashed upon the dashboard, no two were in sync with each other.
Greens of the vacant countryside turned to urban browns and grays. Thick black smoke trailed behind the Boldie as Sin leveled the ship’s decent. As the ship neared the planet’s surface Sin was able to gain more control of the ships decent.
“Naurchand starport, this is the Boldie. We are coming in for a landing at bay seven. Ship can’t maintain altitude for a proper landing pattern. Please prepare emergency landing devices.”
“Copy that Boldie. Landing bay seven is open for your approach. Emergency crews are in rout. Have a safe landing.” A formal sounding voice rang out.
Boldie screamed towards the north end of the city. Flashing lights directed the starship towards landing bay seven. The air above the city was still, expecting a catastrophe at the starport.
Steep and fast the Boldie shot from the horizon towards the starport. “Hold on. We’re headed in,” Sin barked over the blaring klaxons. Tahnel grasped his restraints and clenched his eyes shut.
Through the open roof of the starport the Boldie came crashing down. Netting tore and ripped as the light freighter screamed against the restraints. With a crash and thud, the ship settled against the landing pad floor. Engines ticked as the cooled.
On uneven feet Sin, Tahnel, and Zachariah Beltron stumbled through the ship’s airlock to the welcoming unmoving concrete ground. Sirens from approaching emergency crews echoed off the solid concrete walls. Fire retardant foam rained from the starport walls.
“Glad to see you made it back to solid ground,” a figure in full battle armor said, emerging from the shadows. He waved his rifle, motioning for the Boldie men to not make any sudden movements.
By: James Dubeau
Start the adventure here
Previous episode here
Next episode here
“We’re going down,” Sin cursed, struggling to maintain control of the plummeting starship. Flashing warning lights illuminated the smoke filled cockpit. Explosions rocked the Boldie as Consul weapons found their mark on the fleeing freighter. The battle lit up Naurchand four’s sky. A trail of dark smoke trailed the freighter as it fell through the planet’s atmosphere.
“Surrender yourself and we will cease fire,” a stern Consul voice demanded over the Boldie’s communications speakers.
“Stuff it,” Sin took one hand off the steering controls long enough to punch off the communications unit. The ship hiccupped and shook from the lack of control.
“Large fireball meteor that explodes,” Tahnel muttered as he strapped himself into the copilot seat. “Got the boy buckled down in back. What’s our status?”
The slender pilot grunted through clenched teeth, “Same as usual.”
“That bad?” Tahnel frowned. The large green being grabbed the communications device and flipped to the universal emergency channel. “May day, may day. Come in Naurchand four. This is the Boldie.”
“State your emergency Boldie,” a bubbly female voice crackled over the communication system speakers.
“We are under attack by a Consul ship and have sustained massive damage. We request assistance and a safe harbor.” Tahnel braced himself as the ship rocked from a direct hit.
“I’m sorry but Naurchand can not interfere with a Consul matter. We advise that you contact the Consul and negotiate a cease fire.” Tahnel pictured a cheery smile, ponytails, and popping bubblegum bubbles as the voice chirped across the speakers.
Tahnel punched the cockpit dash, shouting into the communication microphone. “Either grant us a safe harbor or we will pancake across the landscape with Zachariah Beltron. Governor Beltron will not appreciate finding out that you caused the death of his son.”
“One moment,” the voice bubbled over. The communications line went dead.
“We don’t have a moment,” Tahnel shouted at the dead air.
“Do you not have faith in my abilities?” The control joystick fought against Sin. His muscles strained, keeping the shuddering ship nimble through the Consul barrage.
Tahnel inhaled deeply, held it, and then exhaled. “Sometimes destinies need a little push to come up with the proper conclusion.”
“This bucket of bolts won’t hold together much longer. With our current rate of decent we may not make it to the starport.” Boldie entered a large roll, hovering upside down for a few moments as Consul blasts streaked past the cockpit windscreen.
“Please proceed to landing pad seven,” the cheery female voice rang over the cockpit speakers. “Governor Beltran has granted the Boldie and crew safe harbor.”
Calm had returned to Tahnel’s voice. “Thank you. Please have emergency crews ready. We are coming in hot and heavy.”
“On behalf of Governor Beltran and Naurchand, I welcome you to our planet. Emergency crews have been notified. Good luck on your approach.” Four fighters screamed up from the planets surface, streaking past the falling freighter. Their weapons were ablaze.
“Attention Consul ship. The Boldie and her crew have been granted a safe harbor by Naurchand four. Cease fire or you will be in violation of Korvalus Convention regulations.” The pair of smugglers smiled, listening in on the general communication channel for a moment before switching the system off.
Weapons fire ceased raking across the plummeting Boldie. The smugglers did not know if this was because Master Kumil had listened to the cease fire or if it was because they were occupied by the Naurchand fighters. They did not know and they did not care. The only thought that was on their mind was whether or not they would land in one piece.
The ground grew large as the smoking hulk of a ship hurtled towards it. Not having to dodge weapons fire bought Sin and the Boldie a reprieve. The ship coughed, sputtered, and shook as atmospheric stresses ravaged the damaged vehicle. Warning lights flashed upon the dashboard, no two were in sync with each other.
Greens of the vacant countryside turned to urban browns and grays. Thick black smoke trailed behind the Boldie as Sin leveled the ship’s decent. As the ship neared the planet’s surface Sin was able to gain more control of the ships decent.
“Naurchand starport, this is the Boldie. We are coming in for a landing at bay seven. Ship can’t maintain altitude for a proper landing pattern. Please prepare emergency landing devices.”
“Copy that Boldie. Landing bay seven is open for your approach. Emergency crews are in rout. Have a safe landing.” A formal sounding voice rang out.
Boldie screamed towards the north end of the city. Flashing lights directed the starship towards landing bay seven. The air above the city was still, expecting a catastrophe at the starport.
Steep and fast the Boldie shot from the horizon towards the starport. “Hold on. We’re headed in,” Sin barked over the blaring klaxons. Tahnel grasped his restraints and clenched his eyes shut.
Through the open roof of the starport the Boldie came crashing down. Netting tore and ripped as the light freighter screamed against the restraints. With a crash and thud, the ship settled against the landing pad floor. Engines ticked as the cooled.
On uneven feet Sin, Tahnel, and Zachariah Beltron stumbled through the ship’s airlock to the welcoming unmoving concrete ground. Sirens from approaching emergency crews echoed off the solid concrete walls. Fire retardant foam rained from the starport walls.
“Glad to see you made it back to solid ground,” a figure in full battle armor said, emerging from the shadows. He waved his rifle, motioning for the Boldie men to not make any sudden movements.
Monday, February 15, 2010
What Can Be Said
What Can Be Said
By: James Dubeau
What can be said
That hasn’t already been said
What can be written
That hasn’t already been written
What can be done
That hasn’t already been done
How can anything
Be original
Unique
Distinctive
When I’m just not feeling it
Tonight
The challenge is beyond me
By: James Dubeau
What can be said
That hasn’t already been said
What can be written
That hasn’t already been written
What can be done
That hasn’t already been done
How can anything
Be original
Unique
Distinctive
When I’m just not feeling it
Tonight
The challenge is beyond me
Friday, February 12, 2010
Driving Twice
Driving Twice
By: James Dubeau
Driving twice
The limit of speed
Through icy corners
And neighborhood streets
No cop will stop me
No cop will see me
For all cops will be
At the fire
Behind me
Watching the smoke curl
Over the streets
Onto the overpass
Blocking everything off
Watching the destruction
All is clear
In every direction
Only black ice
Snow banks
Other drives
And
Possibly
Whiskey
Stand between me
And getting home
By: James Dubeau
Driving twice
The limit of speed
Through icy corners
And neighborhood streets
No cop will stop me
No cop will see me
For all cops will be
At the fire
Behind me
Watching the smoke curl
Over the streets
Onto the overpass
Blocking everything off
Watching the destruction
All is clear
In every direction
Only black ice
Snow banks
Other drives
And
Possibly
Whiskey
Stand between me
And getting home
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Lagrangian Waltz - Episode 7
Lagrangian Waltz - Episode 7
By: James Dubeau
Start the adventure here
Previous episode here
Next episode here
Sin led Governor Beltran’s son, Zachariah, through the corridors of the Consul ship. Following standard protocol for a guard leading a prisoner, the smuggler marched behind the boy and sternly directed him through the maze of corridors. Few Consul Crewmembers quizzically watched the pair boldly step through the ship. Each time Sin curtly explained that Master Kumil had requested to see the boy. Each time the crewmember nodded and stepped aside, providing ample room in the narrow hallways. Each time until the pair arrived at the airlock where the Bolide was docked.
Two armed Consul Security Crewmen stood with crossed arms at the airlock doors. The two men were the last barrier between the pair and freedom. One of the men held his hand out, motioning for them to stop, and barked orders. “Halt. What are you doing with that boy?”
Sin smiled as he stepped beside Zachariah, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Master Kumil requested to see the prisoner, his request was most urgent. I do not believe he would be amused by any delay.”
“I was not made aware of such a request. Furthermore, Master Kumil prefers to meet with visitors in his aft conference room.” Both of the security crewmen uncrossed their arms, preferring to have a hand resting on the butt of their holstered pistols.
Sin slowly stepped forward as he spoke. “Master Kumil gave me a personal order. He wanted the boy brought to the bow conference room immediately. However, you insist the boy be brought to the aft conference room so I shall bring him there. May I have your rank and position so that I can report to Master Kumil who delayed the delivery of the boy?”
“Stop right there,” the security crewman ordered. Both men fingered the triggers, itching for an excuse to draw the weapons, while stepping backwards to maintain distance. “Hands against the wall. Do not resist or we will use deadly force.”
Bang, bang, several gunshots echoed through the ship’s metal corridors. A pistol materialized in the smuggler’s hand, bucking each time a gout of flame erupted from the barrel. The boy cowered behind the slender smuggler, seeking the only protection available in the sterile hallway.
Roaring to life, the security crewmen’s weapons fired as Sin’s shots penetrated their bodies. The air was filled with gunfire as the blasts knocked them backwards. Sin grunted in pain as a blast grazed his body.
A voice behind the escaping pair bellowed above the echoing gunfire. “Sound the alarm. Lock down the ship. There can be no escape.” The ships lighting flashed red in time with the rumbling klaxons through the ship.
“Get up,” Sin commanded, dropping the empty weapon. The smuggler grabbed the boy by the arm, dragging him towards the airlock. “Run. We are almost free.” The boy looked away from the fallen security men as they rushed past.
“He has the boy,” was shouted from behind the pair as shots peppered the corridor. Sin turned, pushing the boy behind him once again. A squad of Consul Crewman filled the end of the corridor. “Get through the airlock. Go.” Sin shouted as he drew a hidden Consul pistol. He stood with conviction in a wide stance, carefully aiming each shot. One crewman clutched his throat as he fell, a second simply collapsed when crimson splattered upon the wall behind his head. The remaining crewmen ducked behind corners, blindly returning fire.
“It won’t open,” the boy screamed as he pounded on the airlock door. Tears ran down his cheek.
Sin cursed as his shots ricocheted near a hiding Consul crewman’s head, sending the brave man back behind cover. “Get that door open or we’re both dead.”
“I can’t,” Zachariah wailed. He was on his knees pounding on the airlock door. “It won’t open. This door just won’t open.”
Boom, the airlock door responded to the boy’s pounding. Boom, a large bulge appeared in the reinforced steel door. Boom, metal groaned as the door deformed and the bulge grew.
Everyone in the hallway paused, looking towards the door with terror and question filled eyes. Even the gunfire from the Consul men ceased. Only the raging ship’s alarm and pounding of the door filled the hallway.
“Get away from that door,” Sin barked as he pressed his body against the hallway wall. The boy copied his protector’s movements.
Boom, the airlock flew down the hallway, crashing against a far wall. Standing in the shattered airlock threshold was a panting Tahnel. The large green being hefted an oversized hammer onto his shoulder. The boy’s eyes grew even wider as the stared at the large green being.
Sin grabbed the boy by his collar and dove onto the Bolide. His elbow slammed against the ship’s airlock control panel as he passed, dropping the freighter’s airlock door. Renewed Consul gunfire raked the door’s protection as security men rushed down the hallway.
“What took you so long?” Sin cursed, pressing more buttons on the control panel. Metal groaned as the Bolide detached itself from the Consul ship. Muffled yells seeped through the closed door as the freighter floated away through space. Yells which were silenced as the Consul crewmen were sucked into the darkness of space.
“Take care of this. We aren’t out of the fire yet.” Sin shoved the boy to Tahnel as he pushed past. The freighter’s tight corridors did not leave room for proper etiquette.
“You must have patience and faith. Our destinies will guide us through this mess.” Tahnel instructed as his friend disappeared into the cockpit. The towering green being crouched, looking Zachariah in the eye. His large finger wiped a tear from the boy’s cheek “Don’t worry, you are safe now. Let’s find you a safe place to sit.”
Consul ship weapons opened fire as the Boldie’s engines roared to life. The small freighter twisted and turned as Sin leaned onto the throttle. Explosions rocked the ship as Naurchand four grew large in the cockpit windscreen.
By: James Dubeau
Start the adventure here
Previous episode here
Next episode here
Sin led Governor Beltran’s son, Zachariah, through the corridors of the Consul ship. Following standard protocol for a guard leading a prisoner, the smuggler marched behind the boy and sternly directed him through the maze of corridors. Few Consul Crewmembers quizzically watched the pair boldly step through the ship. Each time Sin curtly explained that Master Kumil had requested to see the boy. Each time the crewmember nodded and stepped aside, providing ample room in the narrow hallways. Each time until the pair arrived at the airlock where the Bolide was docked.
Two armed Consul Security Crewmen stood with crossed arms at the airlock doors. The two men were the last barrier between the pair and freedom. One of the men held his hand out, motioning for them to stop, and barked orders. “Halt. What are you doing with that boy?”
Sin smiled as he stepped beside Zachariah, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Master Kumil requested to see the prisoner, his request was most urgent. I do not believe he would be amused by any delay.”
“I was not made aware of such a request. Furthermore, Master Kumil prefers to meet with visitors in his aft conference room.” Both of the security crewmen uncrossed their arms, preferring to have a hand resting on the butt of their holstered pistols.
Sin slowly stepped forward as he spoke. “Master Kumil gave me a personal order. He wanted the boy brought to the bow conference room immediately. However, you insist the boy be brought to the aft conference room so I shall bring him there. May I have your rank and position so that I can report to Master Kumil who delayed the delivery of the boy?”
“Stop right there,” the security crewman ordered. Both men fingered the triggers, itching for an excuse to draw the weapons, while stepping backwards to maintain distance. “Hands against the wall. Do not resist or we will use deadly force.”
Bang, bang, several gunshots echoed through the ship’s metal corridors. A pistol materialized in the smuggler’s hand, bucking each time a gout of flame erupted from the barrel. The boy cowered behind the slender smuggler, seeking the only protection available in the sterile hallway.
Roaring to life, the security crewmen’s weapons fired as Sin’s shots penetrated their bodies. The air was filled with gunfire as the blasts knocked them backwards. Sin grunted in pain as a blast grazed his body.
A voice behind the escaping pair bellowed above the echoing gunfire. “Sound the alarm. Lock down the ship. There can be no escape.” The ships lighting flashed red in time with the rumbling klaxons through the ship.
“Get up,” Sin commanded, dropping the empty weapon. The smuggler grabbed the boy by the arm, dragging him towards the airlock. “Run. We are almost free.” The boy looked away from the fallen security men as they rushed past.
“He has the boy,” was shouted from behind the pair as shots peppered the corridor. Sin turned, pushing the boy behind him once again. A squad of Consul Crewman filled the end of the corridor. “Get through the airlock. Go.” Sin shouted as he drew a hidden Consul pistol. He stood with conviction in a wide stance, carefully aiming each shot. One crewman clutched his throat as he fell, a second simply collapsed when crimson splattered upon the wall behind his head. The remaining crewmen ducked behind corners, blindly returning fire.
“It won’t open,” the boy screamed as he pounded on the airlock door. Tears ran down his cheek.
Sin cursed as his shots ricocheted near a hiding Consul crewman’s head, sending the brave man back behind cover. “Get that door open or we’re both dead.”
“I can’t,” Zachariah wailed. He was on his knees pounding on the airlock door. “It won’t open. This door just won’t open.”
Boom, the airlock door responded to the boy’s pounding. Boom, a large bulge appeared in the reinforced steel door. Boom, metal groaned as the door deformed and the bulge grew.
Everyone in the hallway paused, looking towards the door with terror and question filled eyes. Even the gunfire from the Consul men ceased. Only the raging ship’s alarm and pounding of the door filled the hallway.
“Get away from that door,” Sin barked as he pressed his body against the hallway wall. The boy copied his protector’s movements.
Boom, the airlock flew down the hallway, crashing against a far wall. Standing in the shattered airlock threshold was a panting Tahnel. The large green being hefted an oversized hammer onto his shoulder. The boy’s eyes grew even wider as the stared at the large green being.
Sin grabbed the boy by his collar and dove onto the Bolide. His elbow slammed against the ship’s airlock control panel as he passed, dropping the freighter’s airlock door. Renewed Consul gunfire raked the door’s protection as security men rushed down the hallway.
“What took you so long?” Sin cursed, pressing more buttons on the control panel. Metal groaned as the Bolide detached itself from the Consul ship. Muffled yells seeped through the closed door as the freighter floated away through space. Yells which were silenced as the Consul crewmen were sucked into the darkness of space.
“Take care of this. We aren’t out of the fire yet.” Sin shoved the boy to Tahnel as he pushed past. The freighter’s tight corridors did not leave room for proper etiquette.
“You must have patience and faith. Our destinies will guide us through this mess.” Tahnel instructed as his friend disappeared into the cockpit. The towering green being crouched, looking Zachariah in the eye. His large finger wiped a tear from the boy’s cheek “Don’t worry, you are safe now. Let’s find you a safe place to sit.”
Consul ship weapons opened fire as the Boldie’s engines roared to life. The small freighter twisted and turned as Sin leaned onto the throttle. Explosions rocked the ship as Naurchand four grew large in the cockpit windscreen.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Flashback
Flashback
By: James Dubeau
Head tilted back
Neck exposed
I choke
And cough
I can feel
The cool knife
Against my
Hot flesh
Once again
Slicing
Tearing
Cutting
Exposing
My trachea
My esophagus
My veins
My soul
By: James Dubeau
Head tilted back
Neck exposed
I choke
And cough
I can feel
The cool knife
Against my
Hot flesh
Once again
Slicing
Tearing
Cutting
Exposing
My trachea
My esophagus
My veins
My soul
Friday, February 05, 2010
Alamo
Alamo
By: James Dubeau
189 men once stood
Villagers
Farmers
Bankers
Store keepers
Soldiers
189 men once stood
Together
As one
To defend
Land
Homes
Families
Lives
189 men once stood
Against
The odds
Bombardment
Gunfire
Knives
Swords
Thousands
189 men once stood
Where my feet stand
In this very spot
With mud covered boots
Sweat soaked brows
189 men once stood
189 men once fought
189 men once died
For freedom
By: James Dubeau
189 men once stood
Villagers
Farmers
Bankers
Store keepers
Soldiers
189 men once stood
Together
As one
To defend
Land
Homes
Families
Lives
189 men once stood
Against
The odds
Bombardment
Gunfire
Knives
Swords
Thousands
189 men once stood
Where my feet stand
In this very spot
With mud covered boots
Sweat soaked brows
189 men once stood
189 men once fought
189 men once died
For freedom
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Lagrangian Waltz - Episode 6
Lagrangian Waltz - Episode 6
By: James Dubeau
Start the adventure here
Previous episode here
Next episode here
“Your nose should heal properly now,” the medi-bot’s metallic voice echoed off the sterile infirmary walls. A white bandage covered the center of Sin’s face. “Change the bandage every morning and keep it clean. There should be no disfigurement or scars.”
“Thank you,” Sin smiled, tape on the bandage crinkled with his upturned lips. The bot turned, putting away unused medical supplies and equipment. The smuggler’s fingers moved with speed and precision, popping open the bot’s access panel and ripping at anything inside. Acrid smoke rose as the mechanical man’s lighted eyes went dark.
“Let’s see what secrets you have,” the thin man said to the glowing computer terminal, pushing aside the unmoving bot. With a few clicks of the keyboard he had bypassed the medical server and was diving into the main system. Directories for operations, supplies, crew logs, and the like flashed onto the screen. Keeping his search from diving to deep into sensitive data, Sin found the information he searched for and downloaded it to his wrist-top computer.
“Something’s wrong with your robot,” Sin hollered at the closed infirmary door. The terminal screen flashed blue, Sin removed his finger from the power button and the system rebooted.
The door slid open, revealing the crewman that had escorted Sin to the infirmary. His hand rested on the holstered pistol grip. He looked the bot over, not entering the room. “I’ll call maintenance.”
“Don’t you want to see what’s wrong with him first?” Sin asked, edging his way to the opening. His eyes did not leave the unmoving medi-bot. “Could save the maintenance guy a headache by telling him what tools to bring. In my experiences a happy repairman is a good repairman.”
“Don’t know a memory chip from a potato chip,” the crewman shook his head.
Sin put his arm around the man, directing him into the room. “I know a thing or two about these bots. Let’s look at him together.”
“Hands off,” the Consul crewman barked as the infirmary door slid shut behind him. His back was against a wall and the pistol was in his hand.
Sin grunted as his fist slammed into the guard’s stomach. A hammer punch to the back of the man’s neck followed up, knocking the guard to the ground. The unfired pistol scattered across the floor. “Should work on your reflexes,” Sin said as he grabbed an anesthetic from the supply cabinet.
After ensuring the crewman would stay unconscious, the smuggler stripped and bound him. The uniform was baggy on Sin’s slender build but it would have to do. He tightened the gun belt and walked through the corridors with purpose. Crewmen he passed in the halls paid no attention to the man that appeared to belong.
“What happened to your nose?” an authoritive voice rang over the machinery noises of the ship’s engineering section. The smuggler turned as pair of barrel chested crewmembers stepped through the bulkhead behind him.
“One of the doors up on C-deck thought it would be hilarious to not open.” Sin shrugged his shoulders with extended hands, attempting to appear to not be a threat.
“C-deck is below us,” the crewman said as both slowly drew their pistols. “I don’t recognize you crewman. What is your name and station?”
“I don’t recognize you either,” Sin scowled. “Master Kumil personally sent me to check on the Naurchand boy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.”
“Don’t go anywhere. We shall see what Master Solda Kumil has to say about you.,” the crewman said as he reached for his communication device.
“Keep your hands where I can see them,” the other crewmember waved his pistol as he approached Sin.
Sin lunged for the approaching crewman. One hand clutched the man’s throat while the other wrestled for the pistol. The weapon fired twice before being dropped, sending the other crewman against the wall. Blood splattered across his chest as the communications device clattered against the floor.
Sin wrestled himself behind the crewman, putting the man into a chokehold. Practically climbing onto the man’s back, Sin put his entire weight against the man’s throat. Gurgling, the crewman clawed at the smuggler’s arm. Maintaining his hold, the pair collapsed. Sin sent the man following his comrade into the world beyond.
The ship’s hull creaked as Sin eyed the closed bulkhead doors. Rushing footsteps and roaring klaxons were absent. Sweat loosened the bandage’s tape, his finger attempted to secure the covering but to no avail. “They sure make you gear-heads big these days,” Sin kicked the body at his feet.
It was not difficult for Sin to find a dark corner to stash the bodies, several nooks and crannies filled the engineering section. The smuggler gambled that the bodies would not be found before he could exit the ship. He also gambled that the bulging collection of pistols around his waistline would not be noticed under the uniform jacket.
Much more machinery than crewmen filled the engineering section. The few crewmembers that were in the area were more interested in working on the ship’s machinery than observing anyone walking through their hallowed grounds. Not far beyond Sin found himself in the security area.
A single security crewman sat with his feet upon a desk. He did not look up from a datapad he was reading as Sin approached. A clear protective screen divided the room, locking Sin out. “What can I do you for?”
“Master Kumil requested to see the boy,” Sin grunted.
“Last one on the left,” the guard said as he pressed a button. The screen’s door slid open. “He’s a feisty one he is. Don’t see why Master Kumil wanted him so bad.”
Boldly Sin marched into the secured area. “Who are we to question a Consul Master? Do as I’m told with no questions is my motto.”
“Aye, and a good motto at that,” the security guard chuckled.
When Sin reached the end of the hall the security guard hit another button. With a buzz the red light above the door flashed green. The boy inside ran to the smuggler, hitting him with clenched fists as the door slid open. “I want my papa,” they young demanded. Tears welled in his eyes. “I want to go home.”
Sin grabbed the boy’s hands and pushed him back into the cell. Crouching to look the boy in the eyes he whispered, “Come with me. If you are quiet I will take you home.”
By: James Dubeau
Start the adventure here
Previous episode here
Next episode here
“Your nose should heal properly now,” the medi-bot’s metallic voice echoed off the sterile infirmary walls. A white bandage covered the center of Sin’s face. “Change the bandage every morning and keep it clean. There should be no disfigurement or scars.”
“Thank you,” Sin smiled, tape on the bandage crinkled with his upturned lips. The bot turned, putting away unused medical supplies and equipment. The smuggler’s fingers moved with speed and precision, popping open the bot’s access panel and ripping at anything inside. Acrid smoke rose as the mechanical man’s lighted eyes went dark.
“Let’s see what secrets you have,” the thin man said to the glowing computer terminal, pushing aside the unmoving bot. With a few clicks of the keyboard he had bypassed the medical server and was diving into the main system. Directories for operations, supplies, crew logs, and the like flashed onto the screen. Keeping his search from diving to deep into sensitive data, Sin found the information he searched for and downloaded it to his wrist-top computer.
“Something’s wrong with your robot,” Sin hollered at the closed infirmary door. The terminal screen flashed blue, Sin removed his finger from the power button and the system rebooted.
The door slid open, revealing the crewman that had escorted Sin to the infirmary. His hand rested on the holstered pistol grip. He looked the bot over, not entering the room. “I’ll call maintenance.”
“Don’t you want to see what’s wrong with him first?” Sin asked, edging his way to the opening. His eyes did not leave the unmoving medi-bot. “Could save the maintenance guy a headache by telling him what tools to bring. In my experiences a happy repairman is a good repairman.”
“Don’t know a memory chip from a potato chip,” the crewman shook his head.
Sin put his arm around the man, directing him into the room. “I know a thing or two about these bots. Let’s look at him together.”
“Hands off,” the Consul crewman barked as the infirmary door slid shut behind him. His back was against a wall and the pistol was in his hand.
Sin grunted as his fist slammed into the guard’s stomach. A hammer punch to the back of the man’s neck followed up, knocking the guard to the ground. The unfired pistol scattered across the floor. “Should work on your reflexes,” Sin said as he grabbed an anesthetic from the supply cabinet.
After ensuring the crewman would stay unconscious, the smuggler stripped and bound him. The uniform was baggy on Sin’s slender build but it would have to do. He tightened the gun belt and walked through the corridors with purpose. Crewmen he passed in the halls paid no attention to the man that appeared to belong.
“What happened to your nose?” an authoritive voice rang over the machinery noises of the ship’s engineering section. The smuggler turned as pair of barrel chested crewmembers stepped through the bulkhead behind him.
“One of the doors up on C-deck thought it would be hilarious to not open.” Sin shrugged his shoulders with extended hands, attempting to appear to not be a threat.
“C-deck is below us,” the crewman said as both slowly drew their pistols. “I don’t recognize you crewman. What is your name and station?”
“I don’t recognize you either,” Sin scowled. “Master Kumil personally sent me to check on the Naurchand boy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.”
“Don’t go anywhere. We shall see what Master Solda Kumil has to say about you.,” the crewman said as he reached for his communication device.
“Keep your hands where I can see them,” the other crewmember waved his pistol as he approached Sin.
Sin lunged for the approaching crewman. One hand clutched the man’s throat while the other wrestled for the pistol. The weapon fired twice before being dropped, sending the other crewman against the wall. Blood splattered across his chest as the communications device clattered against the floor.
Sin wrestled himself behind the crewman, putting the man into a chokehold. Practically climbing onto the man’s back, Sin put his entire weight against the man’s throat. Gurgling, the crewman clawed at the smuggler’s arm. Maintaining his hold, the pair collapsed. Sin sent the man following his comrade into the world beyond.
The ship’s hull creaked as Sin eyed the closed bulkhead doors. Rushing footsteps and roaring klaxons were absent. Sweat loosened the bandage’s tape, his finger attempted to secure the covering but to no avail. “They sure make you gear-heads big these days,” Sin kicked the body at his feet.
It was not difficult for Sin to find a dark corner to stash the bodies, several nooks and crannies filled the engineering section. The smuggler gambled that the bodies would not be found before he could exit the ship. He also gambled that the bulging collection of pistols around his waistline would not be noticed under the uniform jacket.
Much more machinery than crewmen filled the engineering section. The few crewmembers that were in the area were more interested in working on the ship’s machinery than observing anyone walking through their hallowed grounds. Not far beyond Sin found himself in the security area.
A single security crewman sat with his feet upon a desk. He did not look up from a datapad he was reading as Sin approached. A clear protective screen divided the room, locking Sin out. “What can I do you for?”
“Master Kumil requested to see the boy,” Sin grunted.
“Last one on the left,” the guard said as he pressed a button. The screen’s door slid open. “He’s a feisty one he is. Don’t see why Master Kumil wanted him so bad.”
Boldly Sin marched into the secured area. “Who are we to question a Consul Master? Do as I’m told with no questions is my motto.”
“Aye, and a good motto at that,” the security guard chuckled.
When Sin reached the end of the hall the security guard hit another button. With a buzz the red light above the door flashed green. The boy inside ran to the smuggler, hitting him with clenched fists as the door slid open. “I want my papa,” they young demanded. Tears welled in his eyes. “I want to go home.”
Sin grabbed the boy’s hands and pushed him back into the cell. Crouching to look the boy in the eyes he whispered, “Come with me. If you are quiet I will take you home.”
Monday, February 01, 2010
Rolling Thunder
Rolling Thunder
By: James Dubeau
Rolling thunder
Through the valley
Awakens
Slumbering beasts
Scattering them
In all directions
Wary
Of the destruction
That is to follow
By: James Dubeau
Rolling thunder
Through the valley
Awakens
Slumbering beasts
Scattering them
In all directions
Wary
Of the destruction
That is to follow
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